The Villain's Story

Chapter 622: [622] Oh Supreme.

As if the stars themselves had been plucked from their astral thrones to form the threads that made up her dress, an ethereal blue, one that was dark and light itself. Which covered her

divine body from neck to toe. Her heavenly appearance appeared to be crafted most intricately by god herself, and her hair was like white wool... No, it was like the snow on this planet. Pure, clean, and mesmerizing.

Her horns, all eight of them, were made from beautiful white flame. The horns were unlike any other he had seen, they seemed to actually function like a fire, that was the manifestation of her bright and pure soul. They would dance, and express their joy of being on top of her head, like the divine crown of a deity.

Her beauty could not be matched by anyone Alan had seen, and anyone he would see. Her eyes would scare most, if they looked at them without attention, a similar color to the sclera of her eyes, her pupils were like spotless white diamonds, similar to his own, but magnitudes better.

The wealth of entire planets could not get even a glance from those eyes, and he was currently the center of them, he could see himself in that white void, in the diamonds of eternity themselves.

[Did you have fun?]

She asked, her voice as sweet as honey, and the smile with which she spoke so heavenly even angels would obey, and demons would revere.

Alan could not answer, he was simply mesmerized. Not only his mind, but the very fact that he was a dragon, seeing a being of his species that had reached the top, One that stood at almost the zenith of existence. A supreme being, in the flesh.

Her very existence demanded authority and loyalty from everything, everyone. Even dragons, Even God beasts.

'So...this is a supreme in the flesh.'

Only that thought surfaced in his mind, and even then, it was for a mere moment. And he found himself responding to her question, as if it was the only natural thing to do.

"It...was fun."

He said, his voice didn't contain any emotion, as if he was simply answering because he was ordered too. Nevertheless, it was true.

He did have fun coming here, finally meeting multiple of his own race, of his on type, and being graced by his queen as well.

Alan felt her hands leave, and in the blink of a moment, Lanesha sat on her frozen throne, It was also like the throne in the Jade Palace.

"Does it remind you of something?"

She asked, her voice did not contain anything 'special' now. It contained nothing of value, of the sort. It was normal now. Alan somehow felt sad about that.

She gestured for him to get closer, and Alan walked towards the throne.

"Yeah, bad memories."

"Bad? Haha."

She laughed, her eyes grew wistful for a moment. She looked off to the far distance, looking somewhere beyond the walls of her palace.

"Yes, He should give you some bad memories..."

She muttered something, Alan couldn't hear it at all, somehow, despite being so close to her. He also couldn't discern the emotions in her eyes and face, it was all a blur.

"So... Can I know what I have to do on this planet? To get the coordinates of the other dragons of House Shivalkulan? I don't suppose you're just going to give them to me."

He actually hoped that would be the case. If he was by himself, he wouldn't mind adhering to the Dragon's Spartan like mindset and venturing off on an impossible journey, But he was with friends he cared about. He wouldn't be affected, but they would be. They had not even faced Lanekia's true cold, and already they were suffering.

He wouldn't mind if he was sent to face horrors beyond comprehension if he were alone, but the problem is that he was not.

"Already to the point? You resemble him in many ways."

Alan felt irked at this, He hoped that she wasn't comparing to who he thought she was, He knew it probably was, but he still wanted it to not be the case.

"Do you want to know about fate?"

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'Please no...'

There she went again, beginning this talk about fate or not. He was tired of this!

"It's like an intricate web, one that encompasses the entire universe itself, I'm not talking about the element of fate, the one that celestials wield to ward off the powers of chaos. It's something else."

Alan sighed, annoyed by the fact that she started without even waiting for his opinion, He prepared himself to hear a lengthy anecdote.

"Every being, inanimate or not, living or dead, is within it. In its grasp. Each being serves a purpose, and it will complete that purpose without fail. Many tried to defy it, the blood of the being you possess also tried to do it. But they can't. What they perceive as trying to do something else hardly changes the outcome. Their efforts are useless, because the end result will be as fate intended. Destiny cannot be changed."

"But... Does a being know what it is supposed to do? What if they perceive their destiny to be something else? A villain believing he is righteous, but he is not. A hero believing himself to be hope, to be a symbol that is incorruptible, indestructible. But he is doomed to fall."

Alan finally showed some interest, hearing about the Phoenix once more. The bloodline he didn't think to be that great had a lot of history, it seemed.

"But what if they are correct? What if they perceive their destiny just as it was intended to be? And strive to be? Are they not pitiful? They know that something has planned everything for them, they know what they are to do as they are told, and they take pride in it. They take pride in simply following a way something built for them."

"In the end, perhaps it is reasonable, those who know this also know that it is impossible to change it. So they accept it and continue with life, as the agonizing pain slowly consumes their mind. Some choose to even forget their knowledge of fate, just to do exactly as it intended, but for them to have peace of mind doing it."

"Alan, what if something has no fate?"